Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 441 Chapter 441 This is professional
Every contestant on The Voice will take a video of them walking into the recording site. When Tang Lingfei shot this video, only Song Xingye was by her side.

Two young and beautiful girls walked into the recording scene holding hands, looking very intimate.

As for Xu Zhe, he sat in the audience.

The position that Sister Sun negotiated for him was very comfortable. It was diagonally in front of the stage - he could see the singers on the stage without any obstruction, and he could also see the expressions of the four instructors, and the distance was close enough.

When he first sat down, the surroundings were almost empty. But it didn't take long for the auditorium to become lively. There were many people coming from all directions except the stage in front of it. But he soon noticed that there seemed to be a certain pattern in the audience.

The further forward and the brighter the place, the more elegantly dressed the spectators who are seated there are. And the spectators further back and in the corners seemed to be... less well-off.

After sitting and waiting for a long time, the huge recording studio had become as noisy as a vegetable market, but the four instructors still didn't show up.

Only one staff member came to the stage with a microphone and tested the sound effects with "hey hey hey", and then told the audience some precautions - mainly when to keep quiet. , when can it be appropriate to make some sounds, such as clapping and so on.

Xu Zhe was a little impatient with waiting. He took out his mobile phone and played his own game. After dying several times, the four celebrity mentors finally arrived.

However, the audience was very calm and did not applaud or cheer or disturb the four instructors.

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Xu Zhe smiled: "It's a bit of a trivial relationship..."

Tang Lingfei shook her head and said: "No need now, let's do it later. Wait until you are about to go on stage before opening your voice. That will have the best effect."

Xu Zhe: "Is it also related to the show team?"

Xu Zhe sighed in a low voice: "Everyone is of high quality, not even one wants to sign an autograph."

Xu Zhe: "Why do you say that? There are many people who are willing to come to see The Voice live, right?"

The girl curled her lips: "This show is one hour on TV, but it actually takes several hours to record, or even more than ten hours! Most of the time, I'm waiting, waiting for the instructor, waiting for the actors, and there's a long period of time in between. They are all very boring. On TV, the highlights are compressed and watched together. Who would like to watch this kind of boring real-life recording?

Xu Zhe nodded: "So that's it."

Xu Zhe was stunned for two seconds, then slapped his thigh: "Oh no, what a loss!"

While Xu Zhe was waiting boredly in the audience, Tang Lingfei was also bored in the singer's lounge.

A young girl next to me suddenly said: "Of course, everyone is a professional."

Xu Zhe turned to look at her: "What major?"

The girl also laughed: "Look, let me tell you, those of you who work voluntarily must not be short of money."

Girl: "Anyway, it has something to do with the executive director."

The girl said matter-of-factly: "Professional viewers, it takes from forty to eighty-one days to get paid after watching...don't you?"

The girl looked him over and over and said with a smile: "Come on, you definitely don't need that little money. I know that, except for those who came in with money, the rest of the audience came in because they have connections and connections. So do you. Bar?"

Fortunately, I still have a good friend by my side.

Song Xingye suddenly asked: "Don't you need to warm up your throat?"

Song Xingye: "Okay, you decide, you are the professional."

When she heard the word 'professional', Tang Lingfei's little face suddenly collapsed: "Don't call me professional, I have never been on this kind of professional stage. Oops, I'm almost nervous to death!" "

Song Xingye came to her, hugged her gently, patted her back and said, "Come on, don't be nervous, don't think so much." Tang Lingfei sighed: "You can't just think about everything. This show is not just about Singing and telling stories.”

Song Xingye was slightly startled: "Telling a story?"

Tang Lingfei: "Yes, you have also watched the first and second seasons of The Voice, right? Those contestants, after singing, have to talk about how they pursue their music career. It is not easy. It is best to tell their mentors. Only when you cry can the show be effective.”

"But you don't have any stories..." Song Xingye frowned and said, "It's impossible. You want to tell all your and Xu Zhe's stories on TV, right?"

Tang Lingfei shook her head vigorously: "Of course that's impossible! But Sister Sun has talked to me, and my parents can be in my story."

Song Xingye: "Your father and mother?"

Tang Lingfei: "Yes, I have loved music since I was a child and had a music dream, but my parents wouldn't let me. Later, the music I posted online was noticed by others and I wanted to sign a contract. But my parents still disagreed and said I was afraid that it would affect my studies, so I sang while studying and recorded two songs, but I didn’t show my face when I released them.”

Hearing this, Song Xingye no longer frowned, but was simply stunned.

She murmured and asked: "It's not what Xu Zhe and Sister Sun discussed when singing without showing your face..."

Tang Lingfei also lowered her voice: "Yes, yes, that's the strategy they discussed. But this time they said that this matter is just for making up stories on The Voice. Otherwise, my family would not be miserable at all, and no one would stop me from pursuing my dream." , there is no story.”

Song Xingye suddenly felt worried: "This story is quite good, but...can you explain it clearly on stage?"

Tang Lingfei nodded confidently: "You think I'm stupid, yes! And Sister Sun said that if I forget my words, the host will remind me."

Song Xingye couldn't help but cover her face: "Sister Sun is a professional for planning so carefully."

Tang Lingfei smiled and said: "Of course, the agent Xu Zhe found for me can't be unprofessional?"

Song Xingye thought for a while, but realized another problem.

"Have you told your dad?"

"say what?"

"It's about making your dad the villain in the story."

"Ah..." Tang Lingfei's mouth slowly opened into an O shape.

Song Xingye covered his face again: "You should vent your anger to your father in advance!"

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"Hey, my daughter is going to be on TV, do you know?"

Tang Wanghai was sitting in the office, facing his old colleagues with whom he had a close friendship, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

A colleague said with great interest: "Now? Which TV station is it from? Take a look."

Tang Wanghai deliberately prolonged his tone: "Hey - you don't understand. The program is not live, it is recorded."

However, at this moment, the cell phone rang.

Tang Wanghai took out his cell phone and looked at it. By coincidence, it was a call from his daughter. He quickly connected:
"Hey, what's wrong...what do you mean? What does taking the blame mean? Why do you say 'again'?"

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(End of this chapter)